With only 24 hours and a huge blizzard on its way, everything truly worked out in our favor. We spent the morning commute talking about bagels then ended a 2-hour train ride to see a giant “bagels” sign right next to a little book shop. We each ate half of our bagel and stored the other half in our coat pocket. We kept passing strangers then turning to each other with a sigh as we repeated, “No one knows there’s a bagel in my pocket right now.”
The weather wasn’t too cold, and though our feet eventually grew tired, we felt so blessed to walk. Every building I passed was praised- look at the windows! I love their warm lighting! Those bricks are beautiful! With so many coffee shops, vintage stores, and bars on every corner I can’t imagine how one can choose their favorite spot. I was overcome by the urge to give each my full attention. There is a magic in the air here; I can be anything- do anything here.
We walked to the East River to soak in the sun and people watch. Seeing the lives here made me feel so moved. They belonged here- they accepted us.
At dinner, we were gifted a free boba, after commenting on how delicious it looked, and drank it on the walk back to our room, passing it back and forth like a blunt. We laughed constantly to the point of tears. The joy was contagious. How could it get any better?
Before the show we got free shots at the bar. We felt loose and young and full of gratitude. We talked to locals and took up space. We belonged here. I went to bed physically exhausted, but spiritually recharged. I want to create and I want to dream.
Finding God on the L:
Taking the train is a grounding practice. I enter a meditative state, letting my legs be loose like Jello; I find my center. I must stand tall and strong, but soft enough for the force of each jerk filled turn to flow through me.
The old man in the corner balances with just one hand on his cane, the other wrapped around himself. He becomes my guru; the world rocks around him but he does not even sway. He stands quiet and contemplative with a soft smile on his face. I ground in a little deeper.
I Think, I Feel 
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